Bad out talk get my bat out and walk forward
Multiple men fighting me same night tournament format
Old UFC 93, use his head like a doormat scraping muck off Timberlands
Crowd timbre rises when I land, withstanding can’t happen
Turn a barstool to splinters with my bazooka, throw a turret
Throw away my courage, rip off my shirt, desert, no more hat tipping
I need a big ass bank account and a hundred pots to piss in
This new pot is crippling, coughing at the spot red hot too obvious.
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